Текст песни 1647 (En Declin) с переводом

In The Spanish Court All Run On The Slime

Of A Last Summer’s Day Light Staring At The Immobile Square

From The Dark Space Of A Room, Through The Eyes Of Amaranth Curtains

And The Last Days Coming On… A Long Time Space To Stare In And Wait For Ever.

I Know We Have To Lost All Our Senses For Sure I Prepare Medications Of Soul In

Front The Machine

My Soul Desolated Like The Landscape I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life

The Declining State Of The Vice Reign Led Me Like Stranger On My…

Far Dynastic Shelter, To Reveal Only A False Climbing Up

I’ve Fear To Know Once More, Among Folders Of New World

So My Fee Holds Me, And I Remain Still, Stay Knowing But I Am Blind

I Know We Have To Lost All Our Senses For Sure Art As A Sub-Escape Out,

Along Flemish Nights Paths

My Soul Desolated Like The Landscape I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life

I Can’t Leave The Mine, Before Fulfilled Duties Of Ancient Blood,

To Ride The Centuries

I Learned The Fleeting Nature Of The Poor Flesh Before The Lifeless, Wanting It,

Convicted By

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